Once again this morning, I share with you a very personal moment. This poem reveals, yet hides. I am on a journey of great import, my struggles are real. Most times I feel I am walking alone, barefoot and cold. Please enjoy.
Rod E. Kok
January 11, 2017
Over a bridge I traveled;
nobody carried me, I walked alone.
Barefoot and cold.
Spending time
on the side of bad choices,
no one offered me shelter.
I trudged along, sinking deeper
into consequence.
My path went awry;
too many forks
on the path I followed.
I walked alone.
I turned back,
hoping to find
that bridge I had crossed,
barefoot and cold.
Time passed,
determination waned.
I almost gave up.
But I found my bridge,
only to see the route closed off.
Rock upon rock barricades my way,
preventing my return
to the side of forgiveness.
Each rock a confession,
every admission provides
a way through.
Moving those rocks
fills me with fear.
I am going to cross this bridge,
hoping I don’t arrive
barefoot and cold.
This is a wonderful confessional poem... returning over such a hard trip.. but at least bridges barred are better than bridges burned.
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing poem....about a journey in life. I especially like the lines
ReplyDelete"I trudged along, sinking deeper
into consequence. "
...and then when the decision is made to go back, the way is blocked...and one must work harder to return. This says so much. Thank you for posting.
Powerful writing.
ReplyDeleteI admire your determination to cross the bridge ~ There is always fear of the unknown but we walk with you in your journey ~
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. These lines struck me the most,
ReplyDeleteEach rock a confession,
every admission provides
a way through...
So.. many dARk
ReplyDeleteBridGes that mix
with liGht bridges too
and surely i can relate
to the farm accident
of the small
toddler as
my cousin's
small son
was backed
over by a car
at a home and
she recently
overdosed
after
her
grandma..
my Aunt.. passed
away.. bridges to dARk
BridGes to liFE the gifT
of all that
is
liGht
and dARk..as iS..
i too savor liGht
after passing
through
66
months
of the dARk niGht of the soUL
wHere A plead iN bleed oF
death is all that's left..
as
LiGht
LivES NoW..:)
feeling your words. feeling your words.
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